Adventures of Huckleberry Finn || by Mark Twain || Chapter 1 || Quotes Pin

This is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recorded by Annie Coleman in St Louis Missouri in January 2006 The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Tom Sawyer's Comrade by Mark Twain notice persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot by order of the author per GG chief of ordinance explanatory in this book a number of dialects are are used to Wi the Missouri negro dialect the extremist form of the backward Southwestern dialect the ordinary Pike County dialect and four modified varieties of this last the shadings have not been done in a halfhazard fashion or by guesswork but painstakingly and with the trustworthy guidance and support of personal familiarity with these several forms of speech I make this explanation for for the reason that without it many readers would suppose that all these characters were trying to talk alike and not succeeding the author chapter 1 you don't know much about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer but that ain't no matter that book was made by Mr Mark Twain and he told the truth mainly there was things which he stretched but mainly he told the truth that is nothing I never seen anybody but lied one time or another without it was Aunt Polly or the widow or maybe Mary Aunt Polly Tom's Aunt poly she is and Mary and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book which is mostly a true book with some stretchers as I said before now the way that the book winds up is this Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave and it made us rich we got $6,000 a piece all gold it was an awful sight of money when it was piled up well judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest and it fetched us a dollar a day a piece all the year round more than a body could tell what to do with the Widow Douglas she took me for her son and allowed she would civilize me but it was rough living in the house all the time considering how dismal regular and decent the Widow was in all her ways and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out I got into my old rags and my sugar Hogs head again and was free and satisfied but Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers and I might join if I would go back to the Widow and be respectable so I went back the widow she cried over me and called me a poor lost lamb and she called me a lot of other names too but she never meant no harm by it she put me in them new clothes again and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat and feel all cramped up well then the old thing commenced again the Widow rung a bell for supper and you had to come to time when you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating but you had to wait for the Widow to tuck down her head and Grumble a little over the viddles though there weren't really anything the matter with them that is nothing only everything is cooked by itself in a barrel of odds and ends it is different things get mixed up and the juice kind of swaps around and the things go better after supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the bull rushers and I was in a sweat to find out all about him but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time so then I didn't care no more about him because I don't take no stack in dead people pretty soon I want to smoke and asked the Widow to let me but she wouldn't she said it was a mean practice and wasn't clean and I must try to not do it anymore that is just the way with some people to get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it here she was a of bothering about Moses which was no kin to her and no use to anybody being gone you see yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it and she took snuff too of course that was all right because she done it herself her sister Miss Watson a tolerable slim Old Maid with goggles on had just come to live with her and took a set at me now with a spelling book she worked me middling hard for about an hour and then the Widow made her ease up I couldn't stand it much longer then for an hour it was deadly dull and I was fidgety Miss Watson would say don't put your feet up there Huckleberry and don't scrunch up like that Huckleberry set up straight and pretty soon she would say don't Gap and stretch like that Huckleberry why don't you try to behave then she told me all about the bad place and I said I wished I was there she got mad then but I didn't mean no harm all I wanted was to go somewhere all I wanted was a change I weren't particular she said it was wicked to say what I said said she wouldn't say it for the whole world she was going to live so as to go to the good place well I couldn't see no advantage in going where she was going so I made up my mind I wouldn't try for it but I never said so because it would only make trouble it wouldn't do no good now she had got a start and she went on and told me all about the good place she said all the body would have to do there was to go around all day with a harp and sing forever and ever her so I didn't think much of it but I never said so I asked her if she reckoned Tom soer would go there and she said not by a considerable sight I was glad about that because I wanted him and me to be together Miss Watson she kept pecking at me and it got tiresome and Lonesome by and by they fetched the [ __ ] in and had prayers and then everybody was off to bed I went up to my room with a piece of candle and put it on the table then I sat down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheer but it weren't no use I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead the stars were shining and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful and I heard an owl away off hooh hooing about somebody that was dead and a whipper will and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die and the wind was trying to whisper something to me and I couldn't make out what it was and so it made the cold shivers run over me then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood and so can't rest easy in its grave and has to go about that way every night grieving I got so downhearted and scared I did wish I had some company pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle and before I could budge it was all shriveled up I didn't need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch me some bad luck so I was scared and most shook the clothes off of me I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time and then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread to keep witches away but I had no confidence you do that when you've lost a horseshoe that you found instead of nailing it up over the door but I had never heard anybody say it was any way to keep off bad luck when you'd kill the spider I sat down again a shaking all over and got out my pipe for a smoke for the house was all all as still as death now and so the Widow wouldn't know well after a long time I heard the clock away off in the town go boom boom boom 12 licks and all still again Stiller than ever pretty soon I heard a twig snapped down in the dark amongst the trees something was a stirring I sat still and listened directly I could just barely hear a meow meow down there that was good good says I meow meow as soft as I could and then I put out the light and scrambled out of the window onto the shed then I slipped down to the ground and crawled in among the trees and sure enough there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me end of chapter 1